Chapter 10 A sword has no regret

The snow leaned against the ** soft pillow and closed its eyes to refresh. Her pale face was even more pale, her eyebrows frowned, and her breathing was a little uneven. She has learned too many lessons from this whip.

They are now walking in an unknown maze. The array has been stimulated and can't stop. Every time they take a small step wrong, there is endless damage. There is nowhere to hide, and there is no way to avoid it. If they are not careful, they will be smashed to pieces.

In her ear was Mei Niang's words "Let's go home...", which was the voice she remembered many times in her dream. Once you think about it, you won't stop missing home. The past is overwhelming. The prosperity of the capital, the big yard of his own family, the groups of servants, the kind mother and his beloved father, and the Yi family, who is as close as a family, the Hui brother who has warmed her memory countless times...

Tears flowed down quietly. Zhixue gently wiped away her tears. I haven't cried for many years. She thought she was strong enough, strong enough and cold-blooded enough, but she couldn't help crying. When my heart softened, tears kept flowing down.

Tears fell on the letterhead in his hand. This is a superstition from the disciples of Jufangtang. Lin Mo, a disciple of Mingjian Villa, has arrived in Jiaxing, just in the small town at the foot of the mountain, waiting for the opportunity to go up the mountain. And she was also strictly ordered by her master to kill the man who seduced the disciples of Lenghua Palace.

Mingjian Villa is known as the center of martial arts and enjoys great prestige in the world. Killing Lin Mo, on the one hand, can improve the prestige of Lenghua Palace, and on the other hand, it also has one more rival.

There are both pros and cons, but she has no choice.

She completely lost this game, or became a tool for Xiaowu to kill people with a knife, or, as soon as she let go, everything she had was gone. I'm afraid, so she could only drift with the tide.

Weakness and tears that have never been seen before.

"Master, does it hurt a lot?"

The snow frost came with medicine and looked at the snow with tears on his face, which was very surprised.

Snow turned his head and wiped away his tears.

"I'm fine."

"Xiaowu's cruel experience is that the holy aunt is too kind. Even if the hall owner wants to protect the holy aunt, he must be tough. He must not be weak because of losing this time."

Snow frost tentatively said. Snow frost is about the same age as snow, as beautiful as peaches and plums, but she is a woman with a strong personality. She has the same temperament and is very loyal to Zhixue.

Zhixue smiled, and this little girl was really very calculating. She stood on her side, naturally because she believed in herself, and therefore, she must encourage herself to fight.

"Even if I lose to her this time, how can I accommodate it next time, not to mention you... I'm always standing on the cusp of the storm, and there is no way out..."

"Lord!" Xueshuang knelt down to the ground: "The master really said, it's Xueshuang, damn it!"

Snow slowly got up in pain and picked up the snow frost:

"Do I blame you? Wouldn't it be better for us to support each other here?"

Under the gentle but divine eyes of the snow, the snow frost nodded gently.

If I really want to exchange blood for freedom, who will go to hell if I don't go to hell! Zhixue bit his lips and became resolute and arrogant.

The cold flower palace is full of mountains, the mountain wind whimpers, the fallen leaves fall, and even the moonlight is sad, which is very solemn.

Zhixue stood on the boulder on the top of the mountain and looked at the fight in the bright place under the mountain, looking peaceful.

"Master, Lin Mo has passed the fifth array!"

The disciple reported.

"It seems that the martial arts of the Famous Sword Villa are really good, and it really lives up to its reputation!"

The snow frost sighed.

"Those who enter the cold flower palace die!" The sound of snow is cold without a trace of temperature. Her eyes are as cold and bright as the moonlight.

When Lin Mo entered the seventh array of the seven arrays of cold flowers, it was already three nights.

Zhixue looked at the man in front of him carefully. Although he was injured, his eyes were full of anger, and his eyebrows were a little twisted, but he could not hide his beautiful and bright face. He was dressed in white, half full of blood and messy hair, but his eyes were strong and unyielding.

"Do you think you can come in and out?"

For a long time, the snow asked.

Linmer held his head high and looked at the relent:

"That's not up to you! You have to do it and see if I can get out!"

"How do you know that Linglong and your affairs have been exposed, and Lenghua Palace is going to kill her? Do you really have the confidence to get out of here now? Is the person who told you the news kind or malicious?

The snow is not eager, so he has time to ask indifferently.

Lin Mo's expression moved slightly, but immediately returned to normal.

"Who are you? What the hell are you going to say?

"I don't want to say anything about the plum snow in the cold flower palace, but please think about it carefully! If so, you have thought about it. Maybe there is still a chance to get out of here alive!"

The snow is quite meaningful.

Lin Mo drew his sword and pointed to the snow:

"You don't talk nonsense. I want to see Linglong and take Linglong away, or you can leave my life here!"

Although Lin Mo was injured, he was full of confidence, and his firm voice drifted in the valley with the wind. With such determination, even the snow couldn't help moving.

"Poor idiot, what a pity?"

Zhixue sighed gently and also drew his sword to fight with Lin Mo.

The snow is injured, and every movement is very painful. Waving the sword, resisting the opponent's sword, jumping up and splitting, it is usually easy swordsmanship, which is very difficult today. After only 30 moves, the snow has been sweating coldly and painfully, making her breathless. However, Lin Mo's sword is getting faster and faster, and there is no sign of exhaustion. Although this man is dressed in blood, he has infinite potential.

"It turns out that the cold sword is nothing more than this!" Lin Modao.

Snow's competitive heart was aroused in an instant: "I have no intention to kill you. If you wake up now, there may still be a chance. If you persist again, don't blame the plum blossom sword for being ruthless! Mr. Lin is young and heroic. It's a pity if he becomes a chess piece in the hands of others!"

Lin Mo didn't move: "Don't hit the east or the west, and I won't pay attention to your nonsense!"

The swords of the two people are getting faster and faster, and Zhixue can't care about the pain on their bodies, and their strength is poured into the sword. The cold sword needs to be as clear as ice to reach the extreme. Under the cold moonlight, Zhixue gradually stabilized his mood. The sword moves were fast but not chaotic, light but powerful, and gradually controlled the situation. Seeing Lin Mo's loophole and kicking his chest, Lin Mo fell to the ground and raised his eyes. It was already a bright cold sword in front of him.

"You lost!" Zhixue looked down at Lin Mo who fell to the ground, and his eyes were cold.

There was a trace of unwillingness in Lin Mo's eyes.

"Think again, do you want to change your mind? Or, you still have a chance to get out of here..."

Lin Mo's contemptuous smile:

"You probably asked me to frame others without evidence. I swore to keep secrets for them. Even if I die for them, it's okay. They saved my life..."

"Linglong is still waiting for you. If you die, I'm afraid she can't live alone in this world."

The snow road, but I secretly admire this affectionate and righteous man in my heart.

"Even if it's as you said, will you let Linglong come with me? I'm afraid you can't do it either. If you can't stay with your lover for a lifetime, why do you have to live one more day? The man smiled sadly.

Snow without words.

If there is such a friend, then you will not betray him anyway. Xiaowu, if you don't cherish the people who treat you sincerely, how will you continue in your life...

"Tell Linglong for me that I'm incompetent and can't take her, so I'll go first. In the next life, I'll wait to grow old with her!" The man said calmly, with a desolate smile on the corners of his mouth. He looked far away and looked into the distance. He didn't know whether what he saw was the happiness of this life or the next life.

A dagger flashed in his sleeve, and blood splashed three feet.

The snow had no time to stop it and let the blood spill on himself. The wind is filled with the smell of blood. The valley in late autumn is so strange.

No longer paying attention to the people who were still immersed in this war, Zhixue turned around and left. As soon as I took a step, I almost fell down. Xue Shuang next to her reached out to hold her.

The mood is restless, and the wounds on the body are also unbearable. Zhixue frowned and lay **, but she couldn't sleep. It didn't take long for me to get hot, and my thoughts were not very clear. Xue Shuang took care of him, put a cold towel on Zhixue's forehead, and hurriedly boiled medicine for Zhixue. The snow was taken care of by the snow frost, but he refused to talk much.

"Master, snow frost, it's not good..." Dong Xue hurried over and looked panicked.

Xue Shuang's eyes stared: "What time is this? Why are you shouting?"

The snow frost opened his eyes, his eyes were full of red silk, and his voice was hoarse:

"What's wrong?"

"Lord, Linglong knew that Lin Mo was dead, so she committed suicide..."

"Is she dead?"

"No, but it's not very good. It's wrists cut. The blood flowed all over the room and was found. Now he's in a coma. I don't know how?"

Zhixue gritted her teeth and sat up from **: "I'll go see her!"

In the simple room of the west courtyard, I woke up leisurely. She looked around with doubtful eyes, or her own room. In front of her were familiar people, plum snow, winter snow, snow and snow frost sisters...

"Isn't I dead yet? Cough..."

"Yes, you are still alive." Winter snow. It was very happy to see her wake up.

A bitter smile appeared on the corners of Linglong's mouth:

"Why can't I do anything in my life? I can't die even if I want to..."

The snow raised her hand and brushed the hair scattered on her forehead:

"That's a man worthy of your love. Why isn't it enough?"

"Why didn't you spare him? He was dragged down by me. He is innocent. Linglong tears fell, and he closed his eyes and didn't look at the snow.

"I'm sorry, I wanted to help you. But... it's not me who wants to harm him..."

"Yes, I killed him. Why did I fall in love with him when I knew that there would be today? I hurt him and let him die here to save me... How could she be so cruel? Brother Lin has never treated her badly? What she can't get will destroy him! If only I had believed you earlier..." Linglong cried, tears and coughed and gasped.

The snow patted the desperate woman:

"You have to cheer up, everything has happened, you have to live well and do what you have to do..."

Lingly holding Zhixue's hand, his strength is getting smaller and smaller:

"I can't do it. I haven't been a capable person since I was a child. I can't compare martial arts and mentally, and I don't want to compare with you... I want to live a stable life. I want to be with him. It's good to have a concerable person if I don't be with him, but that person is gone. How can I live? Go..."

"Linglong", feeling Linglong's strength was getting weaker and weaker, Zhixue reached out to hold her hand, and her internal strength kept passing over: "Linglong, you are still young, be strong..."

The exquisite white face with a smile:

"Actually, I still feel very happy. It's not a waste of my life. That's enough, that's enough now..." She stretched out her hand as if she could push away Zhixue's hand away: "The snow master is a good person. I've always wanted to tell you something. Do you remember our first assessment? That's Xiaowu. She put medicine in your cup... I'm afraid, but I don't dare to say... I've been thinking that if only you had a sister like you. Since you came, I think you are better than Xiaowu... But if such a thing happened, I dare not get close to you. I feel very guilty..."

The snow looks sad:

"I know, I knew it a long time ago. Why do you worry too much..."

Linglong was surprised: "Well, oh, well. You're fine... but I'm not blessed. If you can, when I die, cremate me and bury me with him. Don't bury here. It's too cold here. I don't want to bury here..."

The snow nodded.

"I hate her so much. They are all poor people. Why should they be so cold..." With a long sigh, Linglong closed her eyes.

The snow bit his lips and let tears fall.

The winter snow and frost next to

has burst into tears.

The door was pushed open, and it was Mei Niang in white. She looked at the scene in front of her in surprise.

The blood on the ground is already breathless, and the three people look sad.

"Linglong is dead?"

Mei Niang muttered.

Snow nodded and said no. Standing up, she wanted to hug Mei Niang, but she suddenly opened her hand.

Mei Niang's eyes were full of anger and dissatisfaction.

"Don't touch me, don't touch me! Your hands are full of blood. It's too dirty. Don't touch me!"

Zhixue's hand hung in the air and looked at Mei Niang unbelievably, heartbroken.

"Why did you attract Lin Mo and kill him! He is an innocent man! If he doesn't die, Linglong won't die! It's two lives, two lives alive! Is human life so cheap? You scare me..."

Mei Niang said that in the end, she was already in tears.

Zhixue's face was pale, but she couldn't speak.

Her hands are full of blood. She buried her nature and stained her hands, but why?

Mei Niang turned her head and left without looking at the people in the room.

Zhixue impulsively chased into the yard and wanted to hug Mei Niang and tell her that she could not say so. Everyone could accuse her and target her, but only Mei Niang could not. They depend on each other to get to this point, which is the only warmth of each other. If Mei Niang hates herself, then what's the fun of her birth? But he was pushed to the ground fiercely by Mei Niang.

On weekdays, the weak Mei Niang is naturally not as good as the snow of martial arts, but the snow has hurt her body and has been running around all night, and she has no strength. Zhixue fell to the ground heavily and looked at Mei Niang's distant back, bursting with tears.

The first half of the night was originally bright, but it rained in the second half of the night. Raindrops fell, and it was cool. The snow is still in the rain. The rain flowed down my hair and face, and I couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.

Dongxue left with Mei Niang, and the snow frost half squatted beside Zhixue and gently wiped the rain on her face. Immediately, she was drenched by the falling rain.

"Lord, let's go back. You're still sick..."

"Where should I go back?" The snow muttered.

In my mind, it was Mei Niang who rushed her back and said, "Let's go home, I want to go home..."

The heart is like a knife.

Over the years, all the sadness and pain I have experienced have never been as painful as today.

The snow frost held the snow in its arms, ignored her words, and helped her back to the room.

Lin Mo, a disciple of Mei Zhixue Blood Battle Famous Sword Villa, the owner of Jufangtang, quickly spread the reputation of the Cold Flower Palace, and soon spread all over the world. And the snow is still lying **.

The whip was caught in the rain, some infections, and the healing was very slow. She had a series of high fevers and did not subside for several days. He also looks very confused. Always silent, looking at everything around, as if there was nothing.

It is also heartbreaking to see the snow frost in my heart. Originally, she wanted Dongxue to persuade Mei Niang to come and see her, but Mei Niang's old illness relapsed, and she coughed fiercely, and she was also bedridden. Zhixue is sick and dares not let her know. The whole Jufangtang is full of melancholy. It was the little fog in Zhengcongtang who was overjoyed. Because of the investigation and punishment of Linglong, she made great contributions and was promoted to deputy head of the hall. Xueshuang used to have a festival with Xiaowu, but now she looks arrogant every time, and she is still angry.

I took the medicine into the house and found that the snow was holding the table and walking out. The snow frost was very surprised:

"Master, what are you going to do?"

Zhixue's body is far from healed. She endured severe pain at every step, her body was slightly shaky, and her face was pale.

"I've been sick for many days, I should always say good to the master!" In his words, his body softened and suddenly fell to the foot of the snow frost.

Snow Frost quickly put medicine to help her up:

"These days, I'm afraid that the Lord will lose his heart, so I don't want to work hard... The Lord is wholehearted to the Holy Aunt, and one day, she will understand the difficulties of the Lord. Don't be angry about this..."

Xue Shuang thought for a long time before he dared to say these words.

Zhixue gritted her teeth and stood up, inhaling painfully, but her tone was firm.

"Whhhwhwh she understands or not, she is my sister. I always look forward to her happiness and her free and happy life. Involuntarily, there are too many people imprisoned here. If you want to leave, I also want to give you freedom... Since it is me whose hands are stained with blood, it is right for me to go to hell alone. What is there to hate? Even if it is unfortunate, I still hope that you will be happy. Even if Mei Niang hates me, it's not her fault. It's my evil. Isn't it good that she is kind and pure? How can I be angry..."

"Lord!" The snow frost exclaimed and couldn't hold back the tears that were about to fall. How can the master be so wronged by himself..."

Zhixue shook her head with a warm smile on the corners of her mouth: "Don't worry about me. Since I'm willing to do it, I won't be wronged."